Brother

It was harder on me than it was on my brother
He'd swear up and down that I'm telling you lies
I was raised by our father out in Odessa
He was raised by our mother the light of her eye

Last I had heard he'd run south of the border
The day Mother died he lost his way
So I'm just passing through in search of my brother
Trying to make good on a promise I made

Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you
I'm riding south to old Mexico
Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you
We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on

I was blown from the rig when we first hit the big one
Black gold covered my head to my shoes
With blood on his bootstraps and mud on his knuckles
He reached for my hand, but he called out for you
You see Daddy had grown weary late last December
He kept forgetting my name and he chose not to shave
A life with a drill and a son and a shovel
He dug his whole life 'til he dug his own grave

Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you
I'm riding south to old Mexico
Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you
We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on

You know, he never spoke one word about Mother
But I shuddered each time he talked about you
The love that he had for my younger brother
Spilled from his lips like the bubbling crude

Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you
I have arrived here in old Mexico
Oh Brother, I'm trying to find you
We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on
We just struck oil and Daddy's passed on